Although we saw a number of people as we were arriving (and leaving), no one we knew seemed to be there at the same time. (Lucky for Cavendish. Also lucky for Rachelle after her tripping-over-garbage-can episode.) I really owe a lot to my parents, though. Comme d'habitude.
Oh, and I saw Jacob too.
Tomorrow we get to eat turkey. I really mean it when I say my dad makes the best turkey I have ever tasted or heard of. I watch him the night before, sometimes, making the stuffing, emptying containers of poultry seasoning...a master of his craft. I watch the way he mixes the different kinds of raisins. The turkey is never exactly the same.
Someday, I'll make turkey just like dad.
Anyway, happy easter/passover/etc everyone...Kelsey eating her cousins' chocolate, Ariel with her Tofurkey, Jenna naturally (I can't believe Kyle's so tall. That shouldn't be allowed to happen.)
The perfect mix happens by chance.
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You're right...the perfect mix does happen by chance.
And hoorah. You had a fun time, and you spent the least amount of money as possible (or so I assume).
Good on you, mate.
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